The delay in establishing directives and plans bears witness that the country is governed in another way: more personal, more reduced to the will of one man.
What would I love more than that my son would stay in Cuba. But I do not have a single convincing argument to tell him not to leave.
The taxi belongs to the State but the need is yours. So you sit in front of the steering wheel with one clear objective: to get everything you can from your customers.
Over the years I have learned to distrust what comes over the TV screen in Cuba, and even more so when it comes to the news.
On the September 20th, the Colombian singer Juanes will try to put a human face on an architectural ensemble where no one is going to go and sit placidly.
To be reduced to the pages of a book, when once you held the microphone in front of a million people, must be a consolation as tasteless as the pap they administer to a patient.
The spontaneity, and the emphasis he gave to asking for "grub" has turned the brief video of Juan Carlos, alias Panfilo or Dimwitted, into a "superhit" on the alternative information networks in Cuba.
I note in the voices of Cubans this tone of despair that is only relieved when taking some kind of pill that helps you to relax and sleep.
A paper, recently stuck on a wall: "I unblock cell phones," it said, and gave the phone number of the shrewd technician. These little handwritten cards are forbidden in Cuba.
Speculation grows about the possible disappearance of the food rationing system in Cuba. Those who are frightened by this possibility can't imagine a life without the benefit from the State, without the crutch of subsidization.
